Luz X King Novels & Stories

Then, a man stepped out into the dying light. He was a mountain of muscle, dressed in pitch-black combat leathers. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart from beating. They weren't red like the guards’, and they were nothing like Kaelen’s or like anything i’ve ever seen before. They were a lethal, molten, glowing gold. The King. The Lycan King himself!! He didn't look at Kaelen who was now stationed far away. He didn't look at the terrified, silent pack behind.

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

“Smart.” King kept his arm around Hazel as they walked out. “You’re rising fast, queen. I’m proud. But remember… everything you do, I see it.” Hazel leaned into him like she wanted it. “Good. I want you watching.” But her eyes flicked to the shadows. Rico was already moving differently. And King’s grip felt tighter than usual. Later that night, King made her sit on his lap in front of half the club while they planned. Hand on her thigh the whole time. Parading her like a trophy.

Long, black hair fell past his shoulders, framing his face unevenly making him look battle hardened. Before she could speak, he spoke. “You must be Luz’s girl. I am Mestre Escuro.” The name caught her off guard. She immediately recognized him as the king of the Corrompido, the one who took Luz from her. “Oh– hello,” she said uncertainly and gaze toward the tent flap, uncertain if she should call for Luz or not. “It is alright,” Mestre Escuro said soothingly. “You aren’t in trouble. I am actually glad you are here.” Amelia looked had him slightly surprised. “Behind every good man, is a strong woman,” Mestre Escuro said casually. “I think having something to fight for will do Luz a world of go

Lazarus jaw hardened, veins protruding from his skin as the first squirts of his cum shot down my throat, the lingering salty taste mixed with something spicy and earthy. Lightening shot down my spine at the look of pure ecstasy and possession in his eyes. He squeezed my neck further, causing my lungs to burn. “I can feel you swallowing my cum, I can feel my cock here.” Lazarus sucked in a harsh breath, a maddening glint in his eyes. “Fuck, it feels so good when you worship me like I’m your king, like I’m your god.” I chose him as king long ago, the only man who wants to restore peace and equality in this world, the only one who cared about everyone.

I nod my head and the soft glow from my lamp flickers with my movements. "Yes, I am." His dark eyes narrow on me. My heart begins to pick up its pace as I stare back at him. His sharp jaw loosens as he parts his thick lips once more. "The King requests an audience with you. We will accompany you to the palace immediately." Without any warning a blast of wind sweeps past both soldiers and me, entering the house in a fury. My lamp is extinguished. An eerie feeling creeps its way up my spine. What does the King want with me?

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho Melissa Alejandra King Half Lycan half Magical twin Mate to Igaro Alpha, true heir of the lycans and werewolves, Queen, later Queen of the Davister clan Long waist length chocolate brown hair Amber eyes 6'ft inch 18 Power:- The roar, aura sensing Micage Alexander King Half Lycan half Magical twin Mate to Molly King, second to the crown of Lycans and werewolves Short curly golden hair Sky blue eyes 6'ft inch

One maid in particular couldn’t pick that up and kept on chapping her mouth away. “Mr King,” she began again just when he thought she had her fill of speaking. “Please,” he raised his head and looked at the maid. She squirmed under his gaze. So, she wasn’t as comfortable as she was trying to let on. He simply smiled instead of telling her to shut up. “Call me Kane, all of you. Mr King is a name reserved for my father, especially inside these walls.” The woman, Lisa as he recalled, visibly regained her confidence, looking all to happy to accept his request. “Kane,” she tested the name on her lips, making no effort to hide the blush that surfaced. “I have a small request to make of you.”

Adrian added as his hand motioned to me and he winked at me. I quickly averted my gaze. Luka was trying to remain impassive, although he looked rather uncomfortable. “My apologies Emily, this is Adrian ”, the King started speaking again as we began moving forward “He is the Lycan King” Adrian looked as if he was trying very hard not to laugh. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” I offered politely. His skin was pale and wrinkled, with thin lines etched all around his lips. “Please take care of her or someone else would” The Adrain man chuckled but the King did not seem amused as he glared daggers into his eyes